Bob Dufford, SJ
My son has gone away, left Me, gone astray.
But I have seen the way he went, and I will bring him back.
Refrain:
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how could you run away?
Jerusalem, how long my son? I'll wait for you, I'll stay.
Perhaps my son is weary and cold.
Perhaps he's tired and sad.
Tonight I'll go and watch again and wait for his return.
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